Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find, living a life that I can't leave behind. There's no sense in telling me the wisdom of a fool won't set you free. But that's the way that it goes, and it's what nobody knows, while every day my confusion grows.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1005 | 2010-06-15 00:54:03 | 63.05 | |
800 | 2010-06-11 19:45:02 | 63.71 | |
761 | 2010-06-07 21:09:27 | 51.89 |